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Like a good girl

Tw birth, r4pe, ftm birth, misgendering

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Dad knew better. Always, Dad knew better. Since he was a little kid it was his strong hands guiding his way, picking him up from the floor when he fell, always having the right words. So Dad must be right now, too.

At first, he thought his dad was just overreacting when he told him about his transition. That dad would get over it because, after all, he loved her.

But now, as Dad pounded into him. He wasn't that sure about it. It was a punishment, Dad said. Because she didn't want to behave like she had to.

Aiden feels his dad's hands gripping his hips, pressing his body against the mattress to keep him still. The tip of dad's dick is pressing against his pussy, teasing up and down and rubbing at his clit. A small whimper escaped Aiden's lips when his dad slid inside his throbbing entrance.

Beneath him, Aiden squirmed at the sensation. The older man started to pound into him, one of his hands on his hip to keep him still and the other busy moving to lift his leg and prop it upwards, holding it in the air as he fucked him.

“Fuck…” Aiden whimpered.

His father's hand traveled to his chest, gripping harshly at his breasts as he continued to pound. A loud moan escaped his mouth at the sensation of his nipples being pinched and trapped between his fingers.

The sensation of having someone playing with his tits and feeling so good while someone fucked his pussy made him think that maybe Dad was right, that he was made to be a girl after all.

“I'm gonna… teach you…” his dad's voice whispered in his ear, and the words ended up lost in the air between Aiden’s moans. “I'm gonna teach you how to be a good girl. A good girl…”

Aiden's dad pulled out of his pussy, and slipped the condom off his erect dick with a quick movement. It should have worried Aiden, but his mind was drowned in a fog of pleasure that it was the last thing he couldn’t think about right now.

It's his dad's hands that turn him around, throwing his body around like it's nothing. He wasn’t such a strong man like his dad, he knew it, and that's why when he said that Aiden deserved to be punished, he found no way to fight against it.

Dad's hand traveled up to his neck, sliding his hand in his newly freshly cut hair before he pressed his face against the pillow. Then, he used both hands to lift his hips slightly up before he started pounding inside of him again, hitting that spot and sending a wave of electricity over Aiden’s body.

Aiden felt his legs like jelly as his dad finished inside of him, the warmth of his seed filling his pussy.

“That’s it…” his dad breathed heavily behind him. “Like a good girl.”

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When he stopped having his period, he thought that maybe it was the result of the testosterone. Even when he knew that it was way too early for that kind of effect. When he started to put some weight on, when his body became softer, he thought that maybe this was normal.

Lately, he had been eating a bit more, so it made sense that his thighs were fatter and that his tummy was a bit bigger. But then his boobs grew and became more sensitive, and his nipples changed, and his stomach just kept on growing. His whole body was sensitive, a single touch, a single brush over his nipples would send him crazy, his clitoris was almost burning at every touch, at every sensation.

The moment he felt something moving inside of him, squirming and stretching against the skin of his stomach, he couldn't deny it anymore. His dad's punishment wasn't over, and he would have nine more months to think about what he chose to do.

He was pregnant. There was no way to deny it anymore. His dad promised a sibling, and his dad fulfilled his promise.

He tried to hide it as best as he could. Winter came, and oversized hoodies and loose clothes made wonders. But as it came, it went, and suddenly Aiden found himself too hot, too bothered to be fully covered with sweaters.

He couldn't stand watching himself in the mirror for too long. His body was doing what Dad said it should be doing: being the prime example of womanhood. He was so gravid, so swollen and filled with life. Fuckin’ pregnant.

He turned to his side and observed his profile: his chest was huge and swollen and sensitive, no longer being able to hide behind his binders, resting on top of his rounded-out stomach.

Inside of him, his baby rested not so peacefully. His sibling was a big baby, and his huge and tender stomach contrasted with his slender frame. He could feel the baby resting low on his hips, the weight of the head almost opening him up, like a bowling ball. It was a constant reminder of his punishment.

All of the extra weight wasn't the worst part. The worst of it was that a lot of his little progress was erased; under his clothes, his body started to look quite feminine. He hated it.

His dad was quite proud. There was a sly smirk on his face when Aiden wasn't able to hide his growing stomach anymore, and he always remarked how she was doing what she was supposed to do, carrying his baby so well.

Even if he may have been able to hide it pretty well with loose clothes, the way he started to waddle, to always have a hand on his back, to be careful with almost everything because his body had just become a complicated thing to move around being so gravid.

His hips widened to adapt to the baby, so feminine now, his breasts grew like a pretty girl. And his pussy was always wet. He was always horny and hungry for dick to fill him up. Like a good girl.

Get knocked up. Carry a baby. Be a mommy. Be a good girl. Over the months, as he became more and more pregnant, those kinds of ideas were all he could think about sometimes. To be a good girl. Even now, in the last months of his pregnancy, most of the time all he could think about was about being a good girl and letting someone –anyone— fucking his pretty pussy and having his engorged tits in their mouth.

Aiden stared at the forming puddle beneath his feet. One of his hands gripped tightly at the base of his contracting belly and the other one rested on his lower back.

He woke up early in the morning to painful contractions, after a night of little rest. He labored all morning, and all afternoon, and as he finished doing chores, his water broke.

They didn’t talk about it, but between his dad and him, they decided to have a home birth. His dad said something along the lines of every woman’s body knows exactly what to do when the moment comes.

“Fuck…” Aiden moaned, gripping the kitchen counter and swinging his hips in the air.

Beneath him, his gravid stomach hung low and distended, contracting. Inside of him, his sibling kicked relentlessly.

“Fuck…you're so big” he mumbled, all of his attention focused on the feeling of his baby resting on his hips, low and heavy. Like a bowling ball, the head of his child rested on his pelvis, almost threatening to fall out of him with every movement.

Aiden groaned, falling to a squat as another contraction took over him.

“God…!” He whimpered, “Come on…!”

The first three months, he barely showed. In Aiden’s mind, it meant that he was lucky, that he was gonna have a small baby and, shit, maybe he could even ignore it. But as soon as he went past the three-month mark, his stomach just swelled. By the moment he was seven months or so, he looked pregnant with twins.

If anyone looked at him, they would never guess that he wasn’t pregnant with twins, just with a huge baby.

He could feel it when he walked. How as each month passed everything just became harder and harder with the enormous baby in his womb, from tying his shoes to bending over to pick stuff from the floor.

But, incredibly contradictory, his body seemed to just naturally adjust to it. His dad said that it was meant to be, he was such a good girl for carrying his baby so well.

He wasn’t sure about that, but his own body seemed to agree with his dad. Everything seemed that he was meant to be a mother, to carry big babies like a good girl.

And like any good girl, the more pregnant and full and big he got, the hungrier he was for having strong hands around his body and a big dick filling him up. It was almost a craving, to have someone spread his pussy lips and fuck him good.

In the end, he just couldn’t help getting wet every time he saw his naked body in the mirror. His stomach was huge and gravid, his tender breasts resting on top of the mound of flesh. His hips, now wide and made for what they meant to do: bring a baby to this world. Like a good girl.

Another contraction took him away from his thoughts. His hand moved between his legs, feeling the sensation of his swollen and wet pussy lips parting as he slid a finger inside of himself to check his progress.

“Ughn… mhm…” he groaned, rocking his hips in the air at the feeling of fucking himself. “Fuck…mhm…”

The head was almost there. He could feel it making its way down his pelvis and getting closer to spread him open. The thought made him shiver.

As he waddled around the living room, pacing with both hands cupping his stomach, another painful contraction took him almost by surprise. He still wasn't used to the sudden explosions of pain that made his body shake with each contraction. Aiden gripped with a hand the couch, and with the other, he rubbed circles on the tense skin of his stomach.

Aiden let out a loud moan when he felt the baby descending in his pelvis.

“Oh, you're so low,” Aiden groaned. “Ugh….mhm…”

The contraction passed, and he panted and started to walk again. It was only as he walked around that he realized how low the baby actually was now. It felt as if at every step the baby could just pop out of him, the weight sitting uncomfortably on his birth canal.

He had been able to ignore the almost invisible need to push that was there, but now, the need was becoming an urge and with every moment, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

“So low…” Aiden whimpered, pressing his forehead to the couch back as he rocked his hips in the air.

Besides all the discomfort, besides the feeling of the head right behind his swollen lips and threatening to split him open, it sort of felt right. His body was doing what it was meant to be, after all. His body was meant to be fertile and gravid, his womb always full, like the slut he always knew he was.

“Aghnn…!” Aiden whined, coming down to a squat as another contraction hit him. “Fuck. I’m so close. It’s coming…!”

His stomach tensed and it felt like a hundred needles on his back when the contraction reached its peak. He bit his lips, and beneath him, his knees trembled as the baby descended even lower.

As he stood up with difficulty, another contraction took over him. His lips parted and Aiden let out a long, loud groan as his legs forced themselves apart: the head of the baby made its way lower and suddenly, it was right there, right behind his lips. With a hand, he reached to feel his swollen lips. Brushing over his sensitive clit, he felt the head beginning to crown.

“Oh, ughn…” he moaned, standing with his legs apart to give the head all the space it needed. “Fuck! Ughn!”

Another contraction and Aiden squatted again. His body instinctively pushed, and the head slipped a bit out. With every passing second, with every unconscious push that his body gave.

“Ahh…ugh…” Aiden moaned as he slowly propped himself up. “Mhnmg…shit…”

He waddled around the couch, walking comically due to the head crowning between his legs. One of his hands was on his tense stomach and the other was down between his legs, feeling the bulge of the head on his swollen pussy. As soon as he was in the middle of the living room, he squatted down again, his legs wide open.

His chin pressed to his chest as Aiden pushed with the next contraction.

“Ugh…!” He whimpered, eyes closed and face turning red. “Fuck! Come on…I can feel you. Nhgn!”

The head slipped past his lips a bit more. Then, his eyes widened at the sensation: it was big. So big. Bigger than he thought.

He screamed as another contraction took over him. Things were going fast, and he thought he should be happy with it, but the head was so big that it felt as if it were to split him open.

“Oh God, oh God…mhgn!” He moaned, pushing again. “It's so big! Nhgn! I need to push so bad…”.

His hand was cupping his pussy, preventing the head from coming too fast. It was unbearable to have it stretching him open like that, barely bulging out of his pussy lips, but at the same time, it felt good. Like his father said, a woman's purpose was to bring life. And that was exactly what his body was doing right now.

“C'mon, baby! Ah-nnn!” He grunted, his face scrunching up in effort as he pushed again. “Please…. f…fuck! Ughn!”

The head slid further out of him. If his dad were here, he would be cooing at him and telling him what a good girl he was, pushing so good, listening to what his body was made to do and letting it do it.

“Please, come on…” he pleaded, cupping the baby’s head, now really close to fully crowning in his hand. “Nhn…you’re so big!”

A yelp escaped his lips when the head finally popped out of him, his knees trembling as he used both hands to support the head. It was huge, fucking huge as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of his tortured lips.

“Ah-hn!” he whimpered, feeling the head stretching out his lips. “Come on, baby…! Ahh-hn!”

Another push. His lips spread even more around the head, and with the next push, it popped out of him completely with a gush of amniotic fluid that stained the carpet beneath him.

“Oh–ah…okay…” he grunted, his chest trembling at the next contraction. “Now… the shoulders…”

He pushed. One of the shoulders popped out of him almost effortlessly. In his hands, the baby was huge, and he could feel it. His hole was burning with each push, with each contraction that rushed through his womb.

“Nhgn….!” gritting his teeth, he pushed. The other shoulder came out.

He let out a yelp at the burning sensation of the shoulder, huge, stretching him out. If he were a real man, then his body wouldn’t just be able to take it. But he wasn’t, he thought as he panted through the next contraction. Maybe his dad was right and he wasn't. He was meant for this. to be a pretty girl and to birth babies.

“Come on baby…” he panted, looking down at his swollen stomach. “Just… nhgn… you’re almost there. Pleas- ah-ghn!”

He pushed, not able to stand the feeling of his pussy being spread so much. Nothing happened. Aiden shifted in his place, his legs were burning from being squatting. Both shoulders were stretching him out mercilessly, stuck on his poor pusy.

“Ughnn…!” he grunted, pressing his chin to his chest as another contraction rippled through him. “Agh! F…fuck!”

Fuck. Nothing happened. A sense of dread and panic rushed through him. God, he needed to change positions. Aiden let himself fall on his back, propping both legs up and holding his thighs back.

“Mhgn…shit! Please, please come on…!” another whimper escaped his mouth when the next contraction came.

He pushed, and the shoulders still didn’t budget. “S…shit! You’re st…stuck. Nhgn!”

His pussy was burning and his body was urging him to push, it was screaming at him to push the baby out, but even when he used all of his might, the shoulders didn’t seem to budge. Another contraction hit him, and he could only whimper.

With a low moan, Aiden rolled and crawled over as he could, getting on all fours. Under him, his tender breasts fell free and his swollen stomach swung with every movement as Aiden rocked back and forth.

“Ohhh…hgn…” he moaned, rocking his hips in the air, “..please!”

Another contraction rippled through his stomach and his arms trembled as he bore down with another push. This time, the shoulder moved slowly a bit. Just a bit, enough to stretch his hole out even more.

“Ahhghnnn! Fuck…!” He whimpered, trembling at the sensation “Mhgn! Nhgn!”

He whimpered. His body trembled as he screamed at the feeling of the shoulders, huge and broad and stuck, opening and stretching his hole. They were stuck.

“F…fuck! Nhgn…!” He gritted his teeth as he pushed.

The shoulders moved a bit more.

“Please…nhgn…baby!” He moaned, sweat dripping down his face. “Ahgn…f…fuck!”

Aiden crawled back to a squat. His pussy was throbbing, begging for relief as his legs trembled beneath him, and another contraction took over his body. He reached his hands behind him and pressed against his lower back. The muscles tensed, his back arching, his pussy burning as the shoulders refused to move.

“Ughnn! Fuck!” he panted, breathing heavily as he squirmed in place. “Shi- hgnn!”

A contraction hit him and he let out a strangled cry, his eyes squeezed shut tight. He pushed again, his fingers pressing hard into the skin of his thighs as he leaned his weight forward.

“Ohhhh nhg…!” He cried out in pain, tears running down his cheeks. He panted heavily, his breathing shaky, and he rocked forward.

This time, when he pushed, the shoulders finally came out of him with a gush.

“Ow! Ah-hn…!” he panted, catching the baby's body.

Aiden gently held the small naked bundle in his hands, staring at the crying baby in his hands and catching his breath. He did it, he thought. He did what his body was meant for, what he was supposed to do, like the good girl he was.

#ftm birth #birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #comissions #commissions

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Oh boy, you should’ve listened to me back then. We should’ve been in the hospital hours ago.

Now you’re pushing that baby out while we’re in the car. I drive quickly and carefully, while can only watch as you give birth in the backseat, side lying.

I can see you pushing the baby’s head out, bulging your tight sweatpants. The huge head is fully crowning as you struggle to get it out. The pants and panties are also holding the baby in and you are in no position to easily remove the pants off.

Another long and hard push and the head finally popped out of you, making a huge bulge between your legs, but we are still nowhere near the hospital. I decided to keep going to the hospital while listening to you struggling to get the shoulders out.

my sobs fill the air as i shove my sweatpants down, the head finally sitting outside my body. i bear down as the car begins to move again, the shoulders pressing urgently against the inside of my slit.

“THE SHOULDERS ARE HURTING ME” i scream, trying to push my sweats down my legs even further. it takes 3 pushes for the shoulders to start coming out, one popping forward as i reach into my pants. another push, and one last scream earns the second shoulder, another splash of fluid and the baby tumbles free into my sweatpants. i reach into my pants and pull the wailing child to my belly just as we pull up to the front of the hospital.

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This queen to be has a wonderfully fertile body who heavily nourishes any children she is to have and will always, always carry big. Something that her husband, the king goes insane for.

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Can I ask for Human+ Extra Big Baby+ Painful birth?

(unfinished, but I'm letting it free for y'all)

You're how long overdue?

Are you sure you're not having twins? Or even triplets?

No way you're only having a single baby!

Girl [gender neutral] you sure you still want to go through with a natural home birth?

Their eyes rolled as they scrolled through their feed, comment after comment pouring out pity for them under their latest photo, taken in the nursery they'd finally finished. It showed them, turned to the side to emphasize how big their belly had grown, one of their hands holding a basketball (that they'd borrowed from their roommate) in view of the camera, belly engulfing it easily, seeming nearly twice the size of it.

Charlie wasn't a model or anything, just liked keeping a blog for their pregnancy. And - by the way their following grew (just like their belly) - so did their followers. Yet, as their baby grew continuously and as they entered month ten of pregnancy, so did the pity of their followers. Most weren't as concerned, as long as they kept pictures coming for them to wank to (and they knew that's what they were doing, not like they themself didn't), and for that they were glad.

Their belly shifted as their baby moved, and a hand moved, rubbing over it gently. "I know, kiddo. Soon you'll be out, for sure," they whispered, pulling up the front of their dress to watch their skin stretch with the movements.

A humming breath, fingers tracing their stretch marks, as their belly tightened a little. "Real soon," they murmured, sliding their sweater back down to turn their attention back to their phone. A quick post, stating "Guess who's comin today!", and they let out their breath in a sigh.

Hours passed, contractions getting closer together, their belly reddening even more under the stress, when the door to the apartment opened. They looked up from their phone, smiling at their roommate. "Hey, Aspen," they say, watching as he toed his shoes off and crossed over to them.

"Hey, Charlie." He drops a kiss to their forehead, smiling at them. "How's the troublemaker?" He kneels between their spread thighs, cold hands moving under the hem of their dress, rubbing over their warm belly, causing them to moan softly at the sensation.

"Comin'." His eyes turn back to their face, smile dropping for a moment before returning, hands pausing their movement.

"Really? And you didn't text me?" He pouts, continuing to rub their belly. They shrug, biting the inside of their lip as a new contraction washed over their womb. A groan, their hands holding to either side of their belly on top of Aspen's, just the fabric separating them.

Aspen kept his hands still, leaning forward a little to press his forehead to Charlie's bump. "You've got this, both of you," he says, nuzzling their bump before turning his gaze up to their red face. They let out a sigh as the contraction finally lets up, hands slowly rubbing over their bump, lifting their dress back up to prop on top of it, exposing their bare bump to the air.

"Comin soon, didn't wanna bother you at work," they say, leaning back against the couch. "'Sides, I knew it'd be a while before we were anywhere close."

Hours later found Charlie on their side on the bed, pillow propped between their thighs to hold their hips open as they labored closer to full dilation. Aspen sat behind them, hands on their hips, pressing on them with each contraction, much to Charlie's relief. They had their arm curled under a pillow, other hand clenching the blankets around them in a tight fist as they groaned through a particularly rough contraction.

Aspen's thumbs gently kneaded at their back as he worked to help their pain some, if minutely. Charlie relaxed as the contraction eased, moaning softly. Aspen dropped a kiss to their shoulder, humming lowly. "How d'ya feel?"

Charlie turned their head to look at him, eyes bleary with pain. "Like I've got a boulder tryna come out of my pussy," they sigh. Aspen moved one of his hands, gently rubbing over the side of their belly.

"I'm sorry, Chars. Anything you need me to do to help?" A shake of the head, their pillow hand coming to hold his as their womb tightened again.

"Just what you're doin' already," they groan out, breath whooshing out when the contraction ended. "Actually, help me up, I- ouhh... I wanna stand, there's a lotta pressure buildin' up..." They push themself up as Aspen swiftly got up and rounded the bed to help them up off the bed.

They swing their arms up, holding onto him to keep steady, their sense of balance wonky with the weight shifting deeper into their hips. "Hips," Charlie whines softly, and Aspen follows their cue, hands going to their hips and pressing in, causing them to groan softly, head pressing against his sternum.

"Thanks, Asp," they sigh, shifting a bit on their feet, widening their stance more with a soft moan. "Shit," they groan, tightening their grip on his shoulders with the next contraction, which pitches into a gasp as fluid gushes from them, soaking the towels they'd placed down earlier for this exact reason. "Fuck!"

"Bet that feels good, yeah?"

"Shut up," they groan, knees bending a little as they finish working through the contraction. "Worse, hurts so much more."

"Almost there, need me to check you again?" They sigh shakily, nodding as they let up their grip, leaning against the bed to let him slip his fingers inside, groaning softly as his fingers slip in. "Nine and a half, we're so close, you're so close, I can feel their head."

He pulled his fingers out, hands going right back to their hips. "Ready to have a baby?" Charlie nods shakily, head tipping forward as their belly visibly shrinks under the next contraction, their hands clenching the blankets behind them tight. "Know what position you wanna be in?" They shake their head quickly, one eye peeking open a little to look up at him, face contorted in pain.

"Is it too late to ask for the tub?" They ask, half-joking, shifting to sit back on the edge of the bed, leaning back on their hands. Their belly had very noticeably dropped, hanging between their thighs as they panted a little for breath.

"It's not, do you want me to fill it?" Aspen asked, to which Charlie nodded. He nodded back, giving them a mock salute before hurrying to the bathroom, keeping on ear out for Charlie's groans.

A couple contractions passed as Aspen filled the tub, watching the water and checking its temperature to make it perfect for Charlie to give birth in.

"As-Asp! Fuck, 'm pushing!" His eyes widened as he quickly stopped the tap, running back to Charlie, offering his hand for them to hold onto. Their chin was tucked to their chest, jaw set as they bore down, groaning through clenched teeth. Aspen counted off in his head, watching Charlie's body work with the push.

"Good, that's a great push, Chars! Think you got one more 'fore the end of the contraction? Then I'll help ya to the tub, get you settled," he planned, free hand brushing some hair from their face as they panted a little. They bore down again, belly dropping more with each one, signaling to him that the baby was moving down, cooperating with Charlie's efforts.

They let up again, panting for breath, and Aspen gave them a moment before he helped them stand off the bed. "Think you can make it?" Charlie took a few staggering steps toward the en suite instead of answering him, and Aspen moved to help steady them.

They had to take a couple breaks to let Charlie push, but they made it to the tub without sight of the baby, though there was a bulge starting to grow between Charlie's thighs. Aspen pulled their sweater dress over their head before helping them sink to their butt in the water, settling on his knees to the side of the tub to braid their hair back.

Once that had been accomplished (and Charlie had pushed again), he settled into the water between their spread thighs, hands resting on their knees. "Alright, Chars, we're gettin' to the hardest part, you ready?" They nodded, hand moving to hold one of their knees back as they bore down. Aspen's hands cradled the insides of their thighs, holding them back more as their cunt bulged between them.

Charlie groaned loudly, gasping for breath, free hand moving to feel the bulge between their thighs. "Oh, oh gods.... oh my gooodss... it's starting to burn already, burns like a bitch!" They babble, fingers slowly, gently stroking their labia before their hand returns to their leg as they take a deep breath to push again. Their labia parted, a sliver of the head starting to peek from their body. Aspen's thumbs stroked their quivering thighs as he smiled up at them.

"I see them! I can see their head!" He cheered, and Charlie's hand moved, fingers stroking over the head before they released the push with a gasp, the head slipping back a little. It was still visible, if barely. Aspen smiled at Charlie, his hand moving to gently smooth his thumb over the head. “You’ve got this, Chars. Ready?” They blow through their lips, shaking their head a little.

“They’re huge, not g’nna come easy,” they pant out, belly heaving as they take a breath and bear down again. The head splits their labia more, pulling it into a teardrop shape.

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I would love to plug her up, making it impossible to push the baby(or babies) out just to keep hearing her groan

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need this to be my view right now! 🥵🥵😩🤤

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Imagine going to your local hooters and its your lucky day. You get me as a waitress whos nice and heavily fucking pregnant baby. My belly can barely be contained under the shirt and my booty is so fucking big! 😈🤭

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Daily vlog

CW: mpreg, sort of magic pregnancy, birth denial, car birth

"So..." Adam smiled, holding the camera over his head, to get his best angle. "Are we filming Baby #3 birth?"

Adam asked, turning to look at his wife, and at the camera again with another smile without waiting for Alissa’s reply.

His hand traveled to spank Alisa's tight, bare belly, leaving the mark of his palm over the sensitive skin and making her groan slightly. Adam nodded enthusiastically before talking to the camera again. "Of course we are! What do you think, huh? It's a tradition at this point, right, honey?"

Alisa took a deep breath, putting herself together before looking at the camera and giving her best smile. She had been up since 5 am this morning, with a crying baby hanging from her hip and a sick toddler throwing up all day long, and honestly, the last thing she wanted to do right now was to expose herself to the camera.

But Adam insisted. How could they let their followers down without a daily vlog today?

He couldn't, and he was gonna post that vlog. Of course, who wouldn't have the energy to produce, film, edit, and post a vlog when you wake up at 10 am and do exclusively nothing all day?

Alisa knew that it was their job, that the moment they signed up for the influencer life, their whole purpose (and not like she was complaining, there were moms out there that had real jobs and still had to deal with way worse than her) but she did expect some empathy from her husband.

She was about to pop, literally, this baby out. Everything was crazy, from her hormones to the altered routine in the house, but as always, Adam was blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded their lives right now.

“So, there you go” Adam winked at the camera, “Actually, our next blog will probably be Baby’s #3 birth, right honey?”

Yes, it was gonna be another birth vlog. This morning when she looked at herself in the mirror, Alissa realized that her stomach had dropped, tight and bloated past her hips, the taut skin stretching to its limits today seemed like it was about to burst.

So, yes, the next video on their channel Alissa was almost 100% sure it was gonna be a birth vlog.

“...maybe.”

She really wished that this time they could’ve done something a bit more… conventional. Private, away from all the cameras and views. With their last baby, Adam had the fucking camera in her face the whole process. From the moment she woke up to contractions to the moment she popped out the kid in the birthing tub. This time, she wasn’t in the mood for all that, no matter how many views it would give them.

Adam went on, ranting about something and talking about their sponsor they got earlier in the month, a really bad marketing job for a really bad product, but Alisa didn’t hear him because Ryatt was getting something she shouldn’t have inside her mouth. The blonde groaned as she clumsily tried to kneel down, reaching over her huge stomach to take the toy out of the baby’s sticky hand.

“Adam, help me here” she breathed, pointing to the baby with her hand.

Adam gave her a look, and outside of the camera frame, signaled her to wait. He talked about another one of their sponsors, said goodbye to their subscribers and their classic outro line (family always first, and y’all are family) to their subscribers, and just then walked over to help her after he turned the camera off.

“God, fuck…!” she groaned, holding onto her stomach as she struggled to stand up straight.

“Language” Adam raised an eyebrow, pointing at Ryatt with his head.

“Bullspit, I’m so darn over with this”, pointing to herself, Alisa looked down at her gravid stomach. “I’m so fucking done. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me and… And I told you I would prefer to keep his birth private, Adam”

The tone wasn’t stern or accusative, just done— deep down, Alisa knew her husband was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. Little choice she had.

“I know, I know…” Adam shrugged, his eyebrows raising and his mouth scrunching up.

He knew, of course, he did, but to be honest, he didn’t care enough. His wife was being dramatic as if she hadn’t gone over with this two times already. But he knew that he had to add something to fill the silence that followed, he always did have something to say.

“If I could, babe, I would carry our baby for you” he sighed dramatically, turning around and away from his wife. “Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now, honey…”

His words were left hanging in the air as Adam disappeared into the hallway to the kitchen, ready to grab a beer and sit down on the couch to relax for a while before getting to edit.

Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now.

Alisa stared at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen. His nice legs and his toned arms, his perfect back and she couldn’t see the six-pack, but it was there. Because Adam didn’t have to carry two kids, to gain weight and to lose weight, to lose his six-pack or to see his whole body change in a matter of months.

It wasn't him who had to endure the contractions, the labor, or the long hospital nights while waiting to be able to spread his legs open and push.

He didn’t wish he could be pregnant. Oh, but Alisa did.

***

Alisa made breakfast, did laundry, got through the morning with two kids under 5 and all while dealing with those awful cramps that kept interrupting her. They weren't contractions, she knew those pretty well, but they were the foreword of a long story.

Adam? He edited their latest video and went to take a nap on the couch.

Without opening his eyes, Adam let out a small groan and tilted his head to hide his face against one of the cushions. Something had interrupted his sleep, but he didn’t hear Ryatt's cries or Bobby playing loudly somewhere in the house, nor his wife complaining about something.

So he did what everyone would do, he didn’t even bother fully opening his eyes and tried to go fall back into a deep slumber.

But something was off. His head was feeling dizzy and his whole body was… acting funny. An overall feeling of being sick, something he ate, probably.

He shifted, moving his hips to turn to his side, and he frowned when he felt something in his stomach move. With a groan, the hand that rested between his thighs slid off from there to move to his abs, rubbing the soft spot trying to ease whatever was grumbling inside his tummy.

Soft, a bit harder if he pressed down. But it didn’t have to be soft, he hit the gym 6 days a week and had washboard abs, he was the envy of all the suburban dads in their neighborhood. Suddenly, his stomach fussed again, and this time it came accompanied by a cold free of air brushing against his skin, making him shiver.

Half asleep, fighting to pull a strand of consciousness and get himself up fully, Adam’s features turned into a confused grimace as his mind finished coming back to this reality. When he finally opened his blue eyes, covering his face with his hands to dismiss the headache that the sunlight from the windows gave him, he immediately knew something wasn’t right.

His free hand was still rubbing over his stomach, and it was still… It was round. Round and firm, the protuberance that rested under the palm of his hand.

“What…?” Adam mumbled, confusion slowly taking over his sleepiness and pulling him back to reality.

He was wide awake now, his body and mind alert. When he looked down at himself, the scream of horror that left his lips almost deafened him, leaving his eardrums ringing loudly and his heart hammering against his chest.

It felt cold. The cold breeze brushing against his skin because his white shirt was now all lifted over to his chest, exposing his warm skin to the air. His shirt was lifted because where it was supposed to be a flat, toned stomach, now there was a fat, round belly, nothing like what he had ever seen before.

He must have eaten something bad, something that made him bloat and just feel weird overall, but bloat like this?

In front of him, his stomach wasn't just bloated, it felt tight and hot at the touch and the skin was itchy, stretched to the limit in what seemed to be the few hours he was asleep. His abs were gone, and now a gravid mount of flesh sat there, huge and tender.

From confusion, Adam's mind raced to fear, because there was no logical or reasonable explanation to any of this. If it was something he ate, then it was something that made him terribly wrong and he probably should head to the doctor ASAP.

But, deep down, Adam knew it wasn't something he ate. Under a thinning layer of denial, he knew.

His chest wrenched with his agitated breaths, and Adam tried to lift himself up from the couch. He failed, not used to the weight that he carried now on his middle (God, he was heavier now) and the only thing he could do was to lay there for a few seconds, staring down.

At his belly.

He felt like he needed to puke when unexpectedly something inside him squirmed.

He closed his eyes tightly to avoid nausea rising up in his throat, and the deprivation of one of his senses seemed to whip up the other ones. He could feel how hot the skin that covered his now rounded stomach was, how hot his body was, how heavy he felt and how something was squirming inside him.

His left hand moved over his stomach, right under his left rib, and he swallowed. As soon as his hand pressed down against the tense flesh, another tiny hand pressed back from the inside.

"Fuck, fuck fuck..." gripping at the couch's back, a loud moan escaped from his lips as he curled his fingers around the fabric above the couch, holding onto it desperately, lifting himself up.

It was, to say at least, weird to carry himself around now. The few seconds that he ran, well, more like waddled, towards the bathroom were something. So this was what it was like?

The image in the mirror proved what Adam already knew.

I wish I could be pregnant.

He stared at his reflection, turning to the side to let his eyes travel from the top of his head to his middle, then turned to his other side and to the front again. His hand moved to rest on top of his stomach as if he needed another confirmation that it was there and it was real.

He thought about it for a moment, before he pinched the tight skin of his belly. He hoped he would wake up, there was a small part of him that still hoped this was just a bad dream and his mind was doing some crazy tricks while his real body was still asleep on the couch. But he was awake.

The waistband of his sweatpants moved down a centimeter. He looked down, his eyes wide open as he witnessed right in front of him how his stomach swelled, the skin extended and shifting as his stomach grew in size.

***

The front door opened, and Bobby rushed in, throwing his frog backpack next to the door before Alisa followed him with Ryatt clinging to her hip. Adam made his way to her as quickly as he could.

“Oh! Mommy, look!” Bobby shouted as soon as he saw him, his little finger pointing to Adam’s gravid stomach. “Daddy has Little brother now! Look!”

But Adam couldn't even stop to look at him, because he could only focus on the fact that where Alisa was supposed to have a nine-month overdue belly, there was just a flat stomach. Fuck.

They stood in front of each other, Alisa looked at him, then down at his belly, and then up at him again.

“Well, I guess wishes do come true, honey!” The tone was so cheerful that it made Adam’s blood boil.

Probably…his hormones messing with him? As if that was the least of his problems. A cramp took over him, painful enough to bring a frown to his face and make him rub the side of his belly.

“We need to go to the hospital!”

“Why the rush?”

A dark spot started to spread all over Adam’s grey sweatpants as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of him.

“My…your…my water just broke!”

“You need to change, and we need to take the kids to my mom’s house…”

“Why are you so calm?”

“Relax, honey” she sighed “I have done this two times already! It’s gonna be just fine. You have to change, go get the hospital bag, oh, and of course get the camera!”

“We are not… fuck… filming this” he breathed, gripping the table next to him when another sharp pain took over him.

“What do you mean?” Alisa frowned as she picked up Bobby's backpack again “It's a tradition at this point. Of course, we're filming. It’s going to be a hit.”

Besides the fact that all of this escaped all logic and reason, there was a tangible reality. Something that was happening right here, right now, and it was the fact that Adam was in labor. Didn't matter how much he tried to deny what was going on, to say he was still dreaming, because the pains that were shooting through his middle, contracting the muscles and making him whine felt very real and were happening, quicker and faster every minute.

He took a deep breath, moving his hand under his belly to lift it slightly, hoping to ease the pain or the pressure that was starting to build up on his hips, but it didn’t work. He wasn't sure how much time he had before it got actually serious, but he did know that after his water broke, it was little.

**

“Turn that off…” Adam titled the camera that rested on the car seat cup holder away, his free hand flying to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Oh, fuck…”

Alisa tilted the camera back to its original position. Her husband shifted on the passenger's seats, his both hands now busy rubbing the contracting bump that rested between his open thighs.

Well, at least now he knew that contractions were more painful than a kick in the balls.

“Oh, oh, ah!” He cried out, his body tightening up, and a low groan leaving him as he leaned forward pressing his palms against the dashboard and panting heavily. “Fuck, I need you to… ugh… I need you to drive faster, honey.”

“Babe, I’m going as fast as I can,” Alisa replied, looking at him through the corner of her eye. “Just breathe, okay?”

Looking outside the window, Adam tried to find a distraction. Anything, really, that made him not think about the increasing pressure that was building between his legs and about how low the baby was.

He shifted in his seat, his hips swinging back and front trying to find a spot that didn't make him feel so miserable. Placing a hand on the side of the seat and another on the grab handle, Adam leaned forward and spread his legs as another loud grunt escaped his lips, his eyes closing tight and his breath picking up again when another tight contraction hit him.

He tried breathing, in and out just as he would tell Alisa to do, but it wasn’t doing shit.

The heavy weight on his hips and pelvis was getting closer and closer to coming out. Adam didn’t want it to come out. At least not here, in the fucking car in the middle of the road.

“We’re five minutes away from the hospital” Alisa reassured, her hand patting his tense thigh. “Just breathe”

“I don’t… ughn, fuck! I don’t know if I can… oh… hold it in that much longer” Adam panted, moving to unclasp the seatbelt that now pressed uncomfortably against his stomach. “Fuck, there’s pressure. It feels like… I have to push!”

“How do you even know that you have to push?” Stopping at a red light, Alissa raised both eyebrows before tilting to face him.

“Because it’s coming out!” Adam cried, moving back on his seat to prop up both feet against the dashboard, throwing his head back as he moaned.

“Just breathe. We’re almost there”

Just breathe. We’re almost there. The words were an echo, and Adam was sure that he said those exact phrases before, before the births of their two kids, in this exact same car. But he didn’t realize how useless, how annoying having someone repeating just calm down was.

God, fuck, he wondered how Alissa didn’t just slap him those times. If anyone was going to tell him to calm the fuck down again, he was going to kill someone.

His murder instincts were quickly dismissed when he closed his eyes, his hands moving to slide under his belly and lifting it slightly, as if it could help to ease the pressure on his pelvis. With a cry, he shifted forward, now moving his hands to slide under his thighs, lifting his hips from the car seat.

It was coming. Now. And out.

He could feel his own body pushing against his wishes, and the more he tried to avoid it, the worse it was, the baby helpless making its way down his pelvis and towards his hole. It felt as if at the first bump Alisa hit on the road the baby would just pop out of him.

He didn’t notice when he pushed back in the seat, breathing heavily through his nose as he pressed himself down against the seat, trying to prevent anything from coming out.

But it was useless because his commitment lasted little when his brain was overwhelmed by the urge to just allow his body to do what it had to do. To push.

The baby’s head was right there. Adam’s hand slid between his legs, the palm of his hand pressing against his bulging hole, the head sitting behind his entrance and almost ready to start crowning. Almost out of him.

“…fuck!” he writhed, gritting his teeth as he kicked against the car floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The fingers of his free hand gripped at the grab handle, knuckles turning white, and his other hand was busy pressing against his hole, trying to keep the head from coming any further. It was useless because the head was still pushing its way down, out of him on its own.

He could feel the bulge against his palm, growing ever so slowly as Alissa pressed her foot on the pedals. Adam threw his head back, closing his eyes shut and trying to focus on his breath. The same advice he always gave: breathe.

His chest rose slowly as he inhaled, then shakily exhaled through his closed lips. It should be fine, he just had to breathe —in and out and counting to five— focus on remaining calm, and he could just make it to the hospital. They were just a few minutes away, all he had to do was… push.

“Oh, fuck, it’s coming!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air, his hips shifting forwards and to the seat edge. “Honey, Alissa, it’s right there”

Alissa tilted her head, looking away from the road for a brief moment to face her husband. She found herself contemplating an image that, deep down in her stomach, in a very hidden spot and a very small dose, made her happy: she got exactly what she wanted. Her husband going through all of the wonderful miracles of birth.

Adam panted, the tense orb his stomach had become contracting and tensing in front of him, his hands gripping at the taunt red skin, furiously trying to relieve the pain or the pressure, his body almost shaking by the urge of pushing the baby that was starting to crown. His face was red and sweaty, hands and all of his body straining and tense.

Alissa, rightfully, stopped at a red light, a bunch of cars passing in front of them.

“Don’t stop, fuck, it’s…!” Adam shouted, but then his words became a muffled groan as he gritted his teeth, pushing his chin to his chest. “I can’t hold it in, I’m pushing!”

Even against his wishes, his body was pushing. Adam found himself trying to hold the baby in, to not give in to the urge, but his body was pushing. His stomach contracted and he found himself tensing, chin to chest, and gripping at the grab handle as he pushed. He counted to three and pushed again when another cramp took over him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling the head stretching him open, making its way out. Adam reached with a free hand to press his hand over his wet, birth-fluid-stained shorts, only to feel the start of a bulge in his pants.

The pressure of the head right about to crown was hell. It only made him want to push to get over it, to push more to get the head to a full crown and get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but god fuck he didn’t want to give birth to this baby in the car.

“It’s crowning, the head’s-... nhgn, what am I supposed to do!?” it was more a whimper than a question, and Adam found himself kicking in the air, biting his lower lips until he almost drew blood. “Shit, shit, shit…! Ughn!”

“I don’t know!” Alissa stepped on the gas and accelerated. “Don’t push! Just… wait! We’re almost there, just five minutes away from the hospital.”

Adam nodded, then shook his head, both hands moving to cup the underside of his belly, trying to relieve the pressure that was weighing him down. It didn’t work, and he found himself trying to contain a moan when another contraction rippled through his body, a gush of amniotic fluid rushing from between his legs and dripping to the car floor.

His hips jerked frantically as he rocked forth and back slightly, trying to find any angle that was comfortable for him to keep this baby in, but it was terribly useless because, with every movement of his body, the baby's head seemed to come closer and closer to a full crown.

“Ughn…!” he moaned, his fingers gracelessly trying to slide under the hem of his pants in order to pull them down. The baby was coming. “Fuck, it’s coming, I’m pushing….!”

His finger’s ministrations were interrupted when he interrupted when another contraction took over him, all of his focus on pushing. He gripped the sides of his belly, leaving white marks on the red skin, as he closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Oh, oh– it’s out, the head’s out!”

It wasn’t necessary for him to say it out loud because Alissa’s attention was dangerously divided between looking at the road and staring down between her husband's legs. His pants were dark and wet, stained by amniotic fluid, and the baby’s head bulged out of them almost obscenely -–god, it was huge—, only contained from coming further by the fabric of the pants.

“Fuck— I need to push, I need to push, I’m pushing!” he moaned, throwing his head back against the car seat and jerking his hips forward, his hands desperately trying to undo his shorts. “Ughn…the…mhgm…pants! Help me!”

“I can’t, hands at 9 and 3!”

With a loud whimper, Adam finally managed to pull his shorts down enough to allow the baby’s head to pop out of him free, a gush of fluid dampening his seat as the head dangled between his legs. His body shook at the feeling of the head stretching him open on its biggest point, and then the relief when it was finally out. Alissa stared in horror as her husband held the baby’s head in hand with one hand between his legs.

Alissa reached a hand to help Adam slide his pants down more, his body contorting as he pulled forward, pushing his hips towards the free space of whatever was left in the car. Now with his pants to his ankles, his body tensed once again, and he squirmed on his seat as he focused on the next contraction that rippled through his body.

“...fuck, nhgn!” his face became red as his feet kicked the car floor, kicking and screaming as he pushed. “Nhgn!”

With his next push, the baby’s body almost came shooting out of him. He screamed in pain as he felt the body coming out of him, the shoulders being even worse than the head. But before he could realize, it was over. A second later he heard a heavy cry, and the newborn resting against his chest.

His body slumped against the seat. He looked outside the windows, seeing the well known entrance of the hospital as Alissa parked the car, parking it at the nearest spot available. Before unclasping her seatbelt, Alissa reached to grab the videocamera. Adam stared at it before he spoke.

"You filmed it, right?”

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“I can make it.”

That was the lie I kept telling myself as I waited on the subway platform. I had held labor at bay all day, pretending everything was normal while the head slipped further and further into my pelvis. “Your face is a little red, are you sure you’re okay?”s and “You look like you’re in pain, everything alright?”s had been constantly asked throughout the day as the contractions got worse and worse, the head slipped lower and lower, and the pressure went up and up…

And now I was done for the day, homeward bound, where I could call my girlfriend, and everything would be okay. It was just a quick subway ride, how bad could it be?

Well, fifteen minutes into waiting for the seemingly late subway, I found out just how bad it could be. I knew I couldn’t sit down or else I’d never get back up, so I started leaning on a support pillar about five minutes in. No one paid me any attention, and I was grateful for that small blessing. I don’t know what I’d do if someone noticed I was deep into labor. I tried just rubbing my belly, seeing if I could soothe my muscles. No use.

Now, here I was, harsh cramping every few minutes and a head grinding into my pelvis. I don’t remember when I started panting, nor did I really care. I was just glad the noise of the underground station drowned out my occasional whimper. I tried to keep it to a whimper at least, but as time went on, everything got worse. Soft whimpers turned into middling whines as cramps turned into true contractions. I could feel the peaking pressure that I felt all day bubbling in my hips, threatening to make me pop all over this platform. Just a few more minutes, and the train would be here. I can make it.

Another fifteen minutes and the contractions had become unbearable, forcing me to whimper into my arm to keep quiet. There was no way in hell I was going to let out all the groans and screams bubbling in my throat. That would attract attention, and attention was not what I needed right now. Right now, I what I needed was relief. Less pressure, lighter cramps, calmer baby, anything.

Maybe squatting would make the pressure better? Yeah, no harm in a little squat. Just sliiiide down the pillar… There we go, slowly, slowly… Ignore the rising contraction… Just like that…

I let out a small groan as some of the pressure dissipated. Squatting was looking like it was a good idea until I felt the trickle of water running down my leg. My eyes shot open, looking down. I stretched my neck forward, trying to look past my bump. Sure enough, gathering between my feet was a tiny puddle. My breath hitched in my throat as I extended a shaky hand down to my crotch. It hovered there for a moment, scared to reach up and touch my lips underneath my pants.

I didn’t need to, as the rest of my water gushed from me a second later, cascading through my pants and pooling underneath me. I had barely registered that my hand was now covered in fluids that had formerly been in my womb before the urge to push hit. And it hit hard. I let out a choked gasp as I suddenly found myself pushing. I slapped my dry hand over my lips to stop any noises, but I had a feeling it probably wouldn’t do anything.

I could feel the head descending from my cervix, sliding into my canal. I wasn’t used to things being that deep into me, much less things with that kind of size. I let out a sound that was between a whimper and a groan as my canal stretched around the big head. It hurt. It hurt more anything I had ever felt before. But what hurt more was that I was alone. I was giving on the verge of giving birth, and my girlfriend had absolutely no idea.

Of course! My girlfriend! My soaked hand dove into my pocket as soon as the contraction faded, fishing for my phone. I’d call her, she’d come get me, and I’d probably give birth in the car, but at least I’d be with her. I grabbed it as I felt the next contraction start to build, mere seconds after the last had ended. I fumbled with it for a moment and successfully turned it on…

Only to see that I had no service. A muffled sob made its way through my hand as I stared at those two words in the corner of my screen. Okay, that’s fine, maybe there’s a payphone down here. I’m pretty sure I had money. I glanced up, and my heart sunk. Somehow, the amount of people had multiplied from the few dozen that were down here when I had last looked. There was no way I was making it through the crowd.

My body didn’t want me to either, as I found myself bearing down without even thinking about it. The head stretched my tight cunt out as it descended. I wasn’t ready for this. I hadn’t even thought about how my tightness would impact my labor. I was a lesbian, so that meant I had no boyfriend to stretch me out. And I almost never used dildos, so I was as tight as could be.

The tears started almost right after I stopped pushing. It hurt, I was alone, I wasn’t ready, and now people were starting to notice. I saw someone jab his friend in the arm, looking at me and whispering. The next thing I knew, there was a phone pointed at me as I slid down the pillar into my own mess. I whimpered as someone else looked too, pulling out their own phone.

I didn’t have time to consider the consequences of giving birth in public, the contractions were nearly on top of each other now. Again, I made a noise between a whimper and a groan as I bore down for the internet to see. I bit into my hand as the head traveled further, nearing my exit.

I opened my eyes once the contraction had faded and froze. Everyone was looking at me. A small quarter-circle had formed on my right side, with the tracks on my left. I’m pretty sure there was someone behind me and on my left too. I sobbed, managing to choke out a plea. If anyone heard it, they’d didn’t move.

Again, I didn’t have time to worry about the people staring at me, as another contraction soon fell upon me. My whimper-groans turned into full groaning, only partially muffled by my hand. I squeezed my eyes shut again, bearing down as hard as I could. My crotch suddenly began to burn, causing me to yell, but I couldn’t stop pushing. I doubted I could stop pushing even if I tried. The burn spread, worsening as I continued to push. I half-heard whispers from the small crowd and picked out the words ‘crotch,’ ‘bulge,’ ‘baby,’ and ‘birth.’ Someone whispered behind me, but all I heard was the word “crowning.” Someone else said something in response, and this time I caught it.

“Holy shit, she is crowning!”

My eyes flew open as I stopped pushing, looking down at myself. Idiot. My belly, still big and firm, blocked my view of my crotch. But sometime after I sat down I had spread my legs open subconsciously. It was probably for the best, but it now meant everyone could see what I couldn’t; the small bulge of my baby’s head straining against my pants.

Frantically, I reached down to pull my pants down and to give my baby room, but it was useless. My legs were spread too wide, and the baby was too low to close them again. I groaned out loud as I pushed into my pants, feeling the tight fabric strain against the head. Hey, at least I wasn’t wearing jeans.

My groans got louder and more animalistic as the ring of fire got worse. My pussy wasn’t ready for this, it was still tight as a virgin’s. But my body didn’t care, and my baby didn’t care. I continued to push, my noises echoing around the underground space.

I had lost count of how many contractions I had pushed through. I had lost track of time. All I knew was that it was only getting worse. I screamed, abandoning my goal to keep quiet. The head stopped moving when I pushed. I tried pushing again, but still no movement. I started panicking, wondering if the baby was stuck. That was the last thing I needed right now. I grabbed my thighs, trying to spread my legs apart further as I bore down. Then I remembered. I never took off my pants. I was still pushing into them.

I sobbed, on the verge of breaking into tears as I cried out for someone, anyone to help. The burn was at its worst, and it wasn’t getting any better. Nor was my progress. The head had completely stopped in my pants. It was a push, maybe two, away from fully crowning, and I could do nothing. Nothing. Nobody in the growing crowd moved to help me as I started to beg, tears flowing my cheeks as I desperately bore down. Nothing. Nothing at all.

I was about to burst into tears when the head moved just a tiny bit forward, and I heard a pop from my crotch. Immediately I assumed the worst, that my tight pussy was starting to tear. Slowly, a hand moved from my thigh to my crotch. I almost vomited as I felt around my bulging labia, looking for the tear in my skin. I started pushing, babbling that my baby had to wait, that I didn’t want to do this. But I bore down nonetheless. I heard more pops, and with each one the head moved forward the tiniest bit. My hands grabbed my thighs as my instincts demanded I spread myself open as wide as I could. I screamed as I finally crowned, blonde head bursting out of my pants.

I sat there in shock for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. First, and probably most importantly, I didn’t tear. That I was sure of as trembling hands felt around my burning lips. Second, I had crowned the head. Apparently the pops I heard wasn’t me tearing, but seams in my pants tearing. My panties were somehow still very much intact, despite being soaked with birthing fluids and close to tearing themselves. Third, I was now soaked from the waist down with my own fluids.

I sat there, stunned as the body slowly rotated so that the shoulders could pass. I heard shutters, and I saw flashes, but I didn’t notice them until a moment later. I yelped, trying to cover my throbbing cunt and the head hanging out of it with my hands. Of course, it wasn’t any use, and the pictures had already been taken. The tears returned as I begged people not to look. Again, if anybody heard me, they didn’t move.

I got maybe a minute to breathe and ‘relax’ before the shoulders were in place and ready to go. I was exhausted, humiliated, horrified and numb at the same time. I was done with this, and something inside of me took over. I screamed as I pushed, feeling the burn that announced the head return. It was worse, way worse, even with the extra space given to the shoulders and the stretching from the head. My voice started to crack, then quiet. I bulged out, shoulders just behind my lips.

With a silent cry, one shoulder popped out of my abused cunt. Things started to blur. Someone was starting to yell. It might’ve been me. I blinked, trying to keep my eyes open as I began to push again. Things got blurrier. Everything started to quiet suddenly. My pussy strained, trying to close even as I tried to push. It was right there…

I felt the second shoulder pop out of me, the body sliding from my burning pussy, the last of my fluids adding to my mess. Seemingly automatically, I reached down and picked up the wailing newborn between my legs. I felt empty. Everything started to fade as I held my daughter to my chest.

The last thing I heard before I passed out was the subway, pulling up beside me.